My poor back…

I’ll probably never stand up straight again. Amber and I did a ton of work this weekend as we prepare for the big move. 50 boxes of books were moved into a little storeroom off my mother’s mountain home’s bathroom. That’s in addition to the 20 or so boxes that were already there. It leaves 30 or so boxes to accompany us to Florida and 10 or so that we’re leaving with the house.

Bring on the e-books, I say!

After all of this, we came home today and pulled everything out of the toolshed — organized, sorted, and boxed things up — swept out all the sawdust, then put things back in so they’d be ready to load on moving day.

Rest of the day was spent sorting items in the house. Exhausting. But, with just four weeks to go, we’ve got most of the hard stuff out of the way. It’s making the move feel imminent. Now, I can just look forward to June 1st, ConCarolinas in Charlotte, and then hauling our stuff and ourselves to Jupiter, Florida for our next big adventure.

2 responses to “My poor back…”

  1. I don’t envy you one bit. I’ve moved a couple of times in the past 15 years, each time with more kids. The only thing I dislike more than moving is painting!

  2. Hope your back is feeling better!

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